I am lost in the prelude of my own Mortality. Sent to retrieve my thoughts, I find memories of past and smile. Oh do I smile. To close my eyes and see only clarity and focus is a dream, but one I know will come. For though I am lost, I know I can find my way in time. Mortality is a fickle thing. But I know it, and it knows me. It knows what I desire most and will not leave me without.